Andy Brookes Poems

There is nothing new under sun he said but universal as truths may be.
they slant with time, the age lived in
tumble down versions of the same regurgitations
repetitions, reverberating renditions
...

dreaming of St Micheal'sitshulk rising out the mist high like a lonely an enchanted tower, black and fearful.
a hundred and eight steps to reach the summit save the princess if you can.
first you have to cross waters green, battledemons and try and understand why you were defeated at the first attempt.
...

Valentine's Day is on the door step, cards will be sent, flowers given, cupids fly round empty heads.
folk will have romantic meals,
sentiment will abound, cliches flow
like a torrent of goo and in the end
...

'Sometimes you have to make do with the crumbs or stale bread.'she said
'Supposing that you had a slice of bread or otherwise.' I reply.
passing over and following the trail before other quicker, younger
birds take them but then who knows, settling might be good.
...

Miserly minor minimalists having no words but riddles or
messianic sighs, see the tower's fallen.
Babel disintegrates, Olympus has crumbled
gods tumble riding the ruins like surfers
...

No hook, this way up, no knife, contents may settle during shipment
fragile do not drop, baby on board.
please flush, now wash your hands.
please keep clear as in constant use.
...

Two for one but one get on free the aisles loaded flashy labeled and neat
shiny apples and luscious fruit which is tasteless and bland
music is piped in like water, a constant rush, as bland as the fruit.
...